Today, my eldest son turns eight; and I am forever grateful to the Most High for him. He’s kind-hearted, a love carrier, discerning, a leader, super-fast like the flash, a great big brother and son; and so much more. Here’s his birth story.
My water broke around early afternoon. We waited until around five to go to the hospital; which was about an hour away. My husband drove like a maniac; and I just reclined my seat and prayed for safety. We arrived at the hospital and were kindly received by the warm nursing staff. We were taking to the birthing suite which had a balcony, water birthing tub; and a beautiful view of the mountains. My cheerful midwife came and checked me; along with the sweetest nurse’s aide. There was no activity yet; so I walked around and did Zumba on the balcony, to help things along. My midwife told me that the doctor (whom I had NEVER even met) wanted to give me pitocin to speed things up. I said to her: “With all due respect, I’ve never even met the doctor. I respect both of your training; however, this is my body, and it was designed to do this on its own.” ….and that was the end of that conversation & I never did meet or see that doctor. Finally, I had begun having more consistent contractions. They were bearable; and I would just breathe through each one. Time moved on and I was only one cm dilated. My midwife left out; because she said it was normal for first-time moms to take a little bit longer to give birth. I called my mom to give her an update. She said: “Yonk, it won’t be long babe.” She later told me that she could hear discouragement in my voice, since it had been taking so long.
I got in the shower and the kind nurse’s aid massaged my lower back. I then went into the birthing pool. It was HOT! I jumped out. The time between contractions grew shorter and shorter. I was laying on the floor; and I exclaimed to my husband: “I don’t think I can do this! I think I need the drugs.” (This is after I had a well-written birth plan; which included no drugs). Just as I spoke that, the voice of my dear friend Angel, rang in my mind. She had called me a day or two earlier and said: “Yonka, I feel like I need to tell you this. When you feel like you can’t go on, the baby is about to come.” I got up off of the floor to lay in the bed. I was laying on my back; and wanted to get up to squat. My midwife was trying to turn me on my side, so that she could check me; however, I proved to be too strong. She asked my husband for help. He lifted me and placed me down on my side. That’s when my baby boy popped out onto the bed. No one caught him; because he came so fast. I felt such relief!!!!!
It was as if everything slowed down to slow motion speed. My midwife, husband and nurse’s aide stood at the bedside stunned. My baby boy laid there just looking around. I was looking at this beautiful creation and filled with joy. My midwife picked him up and carried him to the little table to clean him up, weigh him; and get his hand and foot prints. It took a couple of minutes. He was 6 lbs, 2 oz; and 19 in. They then brought him to me and laid him on my tummy. He found his way up to my breast latched and began to eat. At some point, my husband took him and had him until I woke up the next morning. Different nurses came in, to congratulate me on a job well done. We were in love with our new baby; and were actually ready to go home that morning. We however, had to stay until that the next day.
I had a pretty good birthing experience at the hospital. I say pretty good, because my next three births were all at home (or someone’s home). As their birthdays approach, I will be sharing their individual birth stories as well; to encourage new moms-to-be in their birth place decisions. I firmly believe that YHWH/God designed our bodies so well; and that the wisdom to birth children without drugs (no judgement on ANY mom who has or wants drugs…..I COMPLETELY understand) is in us. I read quite a few books about child birth during each of my four pregnancies; but the one that was MOST helpful was “Ina May’s Guide To Childbirth,” by Ina May Gaskins. I could go on and on about it; but I won’t. If you are a mom-to-be, I HIGHLY recommend this book! As always, thanks for reading and YHWH/God bless you!